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His mind was an abyss Of emotions And endless questions Of the world around him He wasn't much of a speaker But he was definitely a thinker His mind was a safe place Where he could speak freely Without being harmed He hated the outside world He was scared if he stepped outside He was afraid the racists might strike So instead he...

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One of These Days by FFH Lyrics One of these days I'm gonna fly Over the mountain One of these days I'm gonna ride On the silver lining One of these days I'm gonna witness All I've been missing One of these days One of these days I'm gonna do All the things that I've never done I'm gonna finish all the races That I've run but...

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dew colors the dawn in halos, revealing the angel’s song who plays on and on and on – reverberating across the horizon, stilling the murmurs of morn’ singing to the light, a soft chorus aching to be stolen by the heart who knows, on angel’s wings come gentling laughter so sweet ever after will not be complete, without this song who breathes… glory into the skies,...

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As I stand on the rocky shore of the bay I look over to the distant bank Not to look back in want But to look back in remembrance Of what I had left behind To remind myself of how far God has brought me. I turn to look toward the future With great expectations I move with new hope and...

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Green hills softly call, Ancient whispers on the breeze, Hearts find gentle peace. Laughter brightens every soul, Home's true spirit takes its hold. ...

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While I was at work my yards were busy a nameless, white flower plucked from my front garden lay on the brick shelf by the gate wrapped in cream silk its stem inserted into a (dry) plastic flower tube A gift set down in forgetfulness or just discarded While out the back a soft touch indoor football orange against the fake grass lost and over wall...

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As an Englishman's home is his castle, I abide in my own abode part and parcel, but as I'm always being told, by the trouble and strife (Cockney for 'wife'), how to behave in my own house, whenever the rules I waive, I must ask, I have to say, "Why am I not Lord of all that which I survey?" ...

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M-ansion H-ouse I-s N-ice A-bode, J-ust O-ffering Y-ou F-ine L-iving O-n R-oyal E-state S-ubdivision ©bfa060725 Monocrostic (Birthday of Mhina Joy Flores)...

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The feeling of letting go... Letting go of what became the new norm Letting go of my recent familiarities Letting go of work which I live for at the moment Letting go of control of what I seem to feel I have under control Letting go of that comforting feeling of friends being in the surrounds... Then I come to the...

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Walk Home In urban life, something is lost Civilization is a plasticized life Fashionable term of blindness Oh, this is a wrong assessment! We live in a contemporary world! See lies as truth, and don’t think! This is the key to modern life! Drugged and deceived masses By economic psychology, reined! They enjoy this life I am not domesticated I am not urbanized Live in nature Without mass And walk...

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Loitering around at the expense of my parents back, I too wish to be at the resemblance of hardworking thumbs, those same fingers that sewed the futile grounds back home, my mother’s yuca farm, my father's dying crops, dance taking their final waltz with the tumble- weeds in direction where my ancestors sleep while their bones continue...

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The white shades pulled to half mast, like sleepy eyes… Peeking Rain from the gutters rushing fast, Seems to be… Weeping Doors locked, none shall pass, All your secrets… Keeping A revelation at last, buried bones that were… Sleeping A light flickers on, a gasp, Starts your heart… Beating The souls you've amassed, ghosts through rooms… Creeping ...

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Loves, kick out all the bad in your brain, don’t let other take up space in your brain. Tell them you have no place, for their games. They pretend to care, but only want to cause you fear. They play mind games, to try to control you, and make you have fear. Life is like...

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Christmas in July in Israel is nigh My list of wishes in the Gaza Strip is For every hostage priceless, Too many now lifeless Grieve for Israel’s fallen married ...

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For Brian Strand's 1391 Poetry Contest 20 June 2025 heat _______________________ | ...

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